“What part of the sky they going to?”
“Approximately between Ursa Major and Leo, Mike. The ones farthest from there are moving fastest, the ones nearest are moving slower. But darn you, Mike, I came in here to forget about stars, not to talk about them. Give me another.”
“In a minute, Doc. When they get there, are they going to stop or keep on going?”
“How the devil do I know, Mike? They started suddenly, all at the some time, and with full original velocity-I mean, they started out at the same speed they’re going now—without warming up, so to speak—so I suppose they could stop as unexpectedly.”
He stopped just as suddenly as the stars might. He stared at his reflection in the mirror back of the bar as though he’d never seen it before.
“What’s the matter Doc?”
“Mike!”
“Yes, Doc?”
“Mike you’re a genius.”
“Me? You’re kidding.”